"Pray, my ass!" Cecilia shoved her aside and kicked the offerings before the grave, sending them flying. "As far back as I can remember, you've never even paid your respects on the anniversary of her death. Now you decide to put on a show?"
Theresa Sheridan slapped her thigh in a panic. "Oh, for heaven's sake, child! Your mother was enjoying those offerings! How could you just kick them away?"
"Oh, really? You can see her?" Cecilia watched Theresa with a relaxed expression, waiting to hear what lies she would spin next.
"I can't see her, but the spirit medium can," Theresa muttered. "Sister, don't be angry. Sister, don't be angry. Cecilia is young and doesn't know any better. Please don't get mad and haunt her."
The spirit medium chimed in at the perfect moment. "Young lady, if you have anything to say to your mother, go ahead."
